Delta 88

Home is where I sleep at night
Where the highway lies outside
In my dreams I drive
Home is where the tractor crawled
On the fields that turned to clay
Roll the hurricanes. (Oh, well!)
Who’s out drinking?
And who’s staying up late?
I am wondering. Fields are thundering
I’m not hiding. Delta 88
Home is in the parking lot
Stop to check my map
Highway calls me back
Home is on the radio
Bell, George for four!
Pedal to the floor. (Oh, well!)
Who’s out drinking
And who’s staying up late?
I am wondering. Fields are thundering
I’m not hiding. Delta 88
(Who's driving anyway?)
They’re not sure about that turn in the bend, and uh…
I lean over to you
These days I drive at the moon overhead, and uh…
Hold the wheel in your hands, let it spin